Follows on from the Jibbs part of Woody Allen, Jen trying to get Gibbs to admit defeat – not smutty despite the quote!
Unknown – Seduction isn't making someone do what they don't want to do. Seduction is enticing someone into doing what they secretly want to do already.
A satisfied smirk tugged at Jen's lips as she pulled the item of clothing out of her drawer. This waiting game had gone on long enough. She was taking the first step. Well, she was going to entice Jethro to take the first step. If he wasn't going to admit defeat, she was bloody well going to make him. She studied herself in the mirror. She still fit the outfit, she slipped on a pair of high heels and nodded. Time to see just how good his memory was.
He frowned in concentration as she walked along the catwalk, there was something about the outfit she was wearing, a soft purple sweater, a memory tugged at his brain but refused to surface. She tossed a wry smile in his direction and the memory came flooding back. A memory of candle lit dinners, laughing, being able to kiss her whenever he wanted.
The candle light made her hair look as if it was on fire, it cast gentle shadows on her skin. The grinned easily as the waiter poured the wine into Gibbs's glass. He didn't even take his eyes of Jen as he took a sip, nodded and handed his glass back to the waiter. She laughed gently and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He captured her hand and placed a kiss on the knuckles. She smiled and leant forward.
"I love you, Jethro."
The sounds his phone ringing rudely pulled him out of his memory, and he practically threw the phone across the bullpen. He didn't answer because he knew it would be Jen. He spared a glance at the catwalk and walked towards the elevators, coffee was seriously needed.
Jen frowned at the phone and put it back in the receiver. She knew he was avoiding her calls and she didn't miss the look of (almost) longing he shot her as she walked passed. She pursed her lips in concentration. What was it going to take to get him to admit his feelings? She knew he had them, she saw him stare just the little bit longer than normal, felt his lingering touches on the small of her back, felt his body vibrating as he stood too close. It was time to take things to the next level.
He eventually managed to find the time, and found himself outside her office. He could hear gentle piano music floating through the door and frowned in confusion. The music was irritatingly familiar, but just like her outfit today, the memory floated away before he could grasp it. He flung the door open and his heart nearly stopped.
"Agent Gibbs…I guess it's too much to ask that one day you will learn to knock?" Jens amused voice had him shaking his head and tearing his eyes away from her. She dismissed Cynthia who scurried past Gibbs and shut the door.
"I'm going to a charity benefit tonight and wanted to check if my dress still fitted. What do you think?" She asked holding her arms out and spinning around. The front was almost dangerously low, but somehow didn't show quiet enough, the back was open, exposing her near perfect skin. The deep black color contrasted spectacularly with her red hair. Gibbs swallowed.
"I think it's entirely inappropriate." He replied and resisted the urge to slap himself. The unknown piano music was still grating on his nerves and his fingers itched to touch the expanse of skin in front of him. Jen raised her eyes brows and sat at her desk, still in the dress that begged to be taken off and throw carelessly on his bedroom floor.
She hummed along to the music absentmindedly as she signed her signature on forms. He clapped his hands once and she stared at him.
"I know this music." She nodded and looked back down at her files. "Cafe Noir…Rue Descartes." She looked up at him again. He smirked.
"If you wanted me to ask you out to dinner, all you have to do is ask." Jen rolled her eyes.
"What are you taking about Jethro?"
"That is the outfit you were wearing today is the outfit you wore that night, the music…you first told me…you loved me that night."
"Really? I don't remember." She replaced her glasses and carried on pretending to look at the file in front of her. He took a step towards the desk and leaned towards her.
"Let me take you out for dinner Jen." She looked over the top of her glasses.
"Fine." She nearly laughed at the satisfied smirk on his face as he walked out. It wouldn't take him long to realized he had been played, and he would be angry, but the game was worth it. She let out a brief laugh, if you knew how, Jethro was so easily to manipulate.
V!
xox